Poem by Robert Burns

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Here Stewarts once in triumph reigned, 
And laws for Scotland's weal ordained;
But now unroofed their palace stands,
Their sceptre's swayed by other hands;
Fallen, indeed, and to the earth
Whence grovelling reptiles take their birth,
The injured Stewart line is gone.
A race outlandish fills their throne;
An idiot race, to honour lost;
Who knows them best despite them most.

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2. Address to General Dumourier
3. The Rantin’ Dog the Daddie O’t
4. Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray
5. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns

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